The Distant Affair
The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down from the heavens by a weight that defied the physics of the world I had known until that morning, a relentless, industrial drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the soot-stained facades of the textile mills that dominated the skyline, and I stood there, huddled beneath the rotting...
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